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Category: Catholic Church

Enda the lawyer lashes out at the Druids

 

Some are calling Kenny’s tirade against Vatican interference in Ireland’s affairs a historic moment in the history of church and state. Certainly there are few – but they exist – who would disagree with the Prime Minister of a so-called liberal democracy castigating a state founded by a fascist government, which is ruled by old men and where there is no pretence of democracy which has sought to undermine efforts to protect his citizens from acts of sexual abuse. But, and there is a big but, why has it taken so long for an Irish government to get touch with the Vatican? The crimes of commission by a handful of priests and the crimes of omission committed by their bishops who protected them or moved them to locations where they could continue their foul deeds, have been known about by the dogs in the street for decades. It would only be a radical lefty with no hope of getting anywhere in Irish politics who would have given voice to such “slanders” against the church. The former bishop of Kilmore Dr Francis McKiernan, was never in any doubt that secular authority was always subservient to religious authority, and I don’t think he was unique amongst the Irish hierarchy in this.

 But there is one other aspect of Kenny’s speech which renders it more hypocritical. The Catholic Church, quite rightly, must be condemned for what it has done. If we were to believe Kenny it is the church and it alone who is at fault. What about the state authorities, the police, the health boards etc. who were also aware of what was going on, and who did sweet FA about it? Another area of deafening silence (excuse the cliché, but when talking of dishonesty I feel it is the most appropriate language) is that child abuse is continuing in Ireland as I write this, but the worst villains aren’t priests, but agents and employees of the state who work in centres charged with the “care” of young adults and children, or those involved in foster-care. The One-in-Four organisation has alleged that as many as nine out of ten reports of child abuse are not being investigated by the Health Service Authority, while the foster care regime in Dublin has been described as being in crisis, with many fosterers’ backgrounds not being checked.

 Those people who abuse children, the vulnerable, or indeed old people in nursing homes are truly evil, as evil as Josef Fritzl. But there are certain government departments, some of whose staff members are equally evil and cowardly. I sometimes think that such evil is a necessary prerequisite for their promotion. They often have free rein in committing acts of evil against those they believe to be too weak or frightened to defend themselves , and in a climate of economic hardship they can defend any action that saves money – and may very well be rewarded for it. Politicians seem either unable or unwilling to do anything about this. However many members of the church, the many good priests that Diarmuid Martin rightly talks about, are made fully aware of the victimisation of the poor and vulnerable carried on by the state. But no religious person would be allowed to defend them, as their criticisms of government policy would be swiftly swept aside with a remark such as “Who are you to talk?”

There is however a litmus test to Kenny’s sincerity. Does he support a possible Papal visit next year? This would be an opportunity for those elitist and narcissistic elements in the Vatican to come to Ireland, to strut their stuff, maybe to check out “The scene”. It would also be an opportunity for those whom Diarmuid Martin rightly refers to as a “cabal” within the Vatican and the Irish hierarchy to be rewarded for protecting child abusers. But there is one very practical reason why it should not go ahead. We can’t afford it.

Is England a Third World country?

Cardinal Kastper: Should have urged them to "Go Compare".

Poor Cardinal Walter Kasper. His words implying that England was a Third World nation were deliberately misunderstood and taken out of context. Unfortunately the man was trying to make some serious points and he was using a form of diction that was over many people’s heads and one might say misunderstanding was inevitable given that his statements did not include the nouns “insurance” and the verb “compare”.

 I think that there is a loot to be said for placing England amongst the nations of the third world. Take parts of its judiciary. Its Family Courts, for instance, would make the Islamic Courts of Iran look like tribunals of irresponsible liberalism.

 Oh dear me! By even mentioning te latter-day Star Chamber, the Family recte Kangaroo Courts, I am running the risk of being found in contempt of Cat!.

 Let me just answer. My father fought and nearly died for England at Arnhem. There is no way that his son is going to be cowed into silence by a bunch of lesbians with links to the Free Masons, who are being helped up by wankers with Law Conversion Degrees  while they hand out rough justice in a per verse caricature of justice,.

Dr Brendan Scott’s talk or lecture (or whatever it’s called) to be given at the forthcoming Flea in Cavan

This gay guy called Jack decided to go for a tattoo. On the way in he sees a poster of Evander Hollyfield, and he exclaims to the tattoo artis. “He’s my idol. Can you tattoo his face onto my left buttock?”
“No problem”, replies the artist.
On leaving he sees another poster, this time featuring Mike Tyson and he runs back into the shop and pleads with the tattoo artist. “I just love Mike Tyson. Could you possibly tattoo his face onto my other buttock? It will really drive my partner wild.”
“it’s your money”, answers the tattoo artist.
When Jack gets home he can’t wai to show off his new tattoos to his partner Brendan, so he drops his pants and bends over so that Brendan can get a look, but instead of being pleased he is nearly in tears.
“I hope Jack you realise that this means the end of our relationship”  he sobs.
“Why?” pleads a dumbfounded Jack.
“Well you’ve got Evander Hollyfield on your left cheek, Mike Tyson on your right cheek. You can’t expect me to go into the ring between those two.”

The persona names used in these and other jokes are entirely fortuitous.

Dr Brendan Scott’s talk to the NCBI in Cavan County Library, or Ciaran’s joke of the day

One day a priest is walking through a really tough neighbourhood when he spies a youth tossing off in an alleyway. He goes up to him and says: “Stop it immediately. You should save that till after you get married.” The youth shrugs his shoulders and runs away.

Ten years’ later the priest is again walking through the same neighbourhood when a young man approaches him. “I bet you don’t remember me, but ten years’ back you saw me tossing off and you gave me some sound advice. You told me to stop it and save it till after I got married.”

“Ah yes,” says the priest. “I remember you now. And tell me did you follow my advice son?”

“Sure did father, replied the young man. And guess what? I’m getting married next week.”

“That’s marvellous,” says the priest. “It’s great how things have worked out for you.”

“There’s only one small problem father, “ says the man. “ I’ve got a ten gallon container of the stuff in the back of my pick-up, and I haven’t a clue what to do with it after I get married.”

 Bit remember, masturbation is NO joke. It can lead to blindness, and no one wants to be dependant on the NCBI do they.

Patrick Lyons wartime bishop of Kilmore

Patrick Lyons was the bishop of Kilnmo9re at the time of the immolation suffered by the girls in the Poor Clares’ Convent of February 1943.

 He was not a Cavanman, but a native of colon, Co. Louth. He was ordained for the archdiocese of |Armagh. He was appointed bishop of Kilmore in August 1937 after the death earlier that year of Bishop Finnegan.

 His response represented the chilling heartlessness o9f the time, when he spoke of ““… the terrible ordeal it has been for the good nuns to have the fierce glare of publicity turned on their quiet sheltered lives.” While barely mumbling an type of commiserations to the families of the unfortunate victims.

 In Cavan of course he was a true prince bishop. In fact, like many prelates of the time God was a mere junior colleague who lived and worked somewhere else. He had a chauffeur-driven car which was always supplied with petrol even at the height of war time shortages.

 He had access to other items beyond the purchase of most of his flock. These included oranges, which he doled out as presents to altar boys at Confirmation ceremonies throughout the diocese. There was another fire, far less serious, which affected Bishop Lyons’ Episcopal residence. In 1944 soldiers were asked to put out a fire at Cullies House. Among the items they rescued was a large crate of whiskey. Sensing that its disappearance could be blamed on the flames they consumed its contents, leading to some drunken antics observed by a then resident of the nearby St Patrick’s College Cavan.. Thus deprived of his tipple poor Bishop Lyons was unable to drown his sorrows at the defeat of the Nazis in 1945 and the death of Adolf Hitler.

 At the first public performance of the Cavan International Drama Festival in 1946 Bishop Lyons took the opportunity to express his admiration for the play “The Righteous are Bold”. What’s more he felt that it was in such plays that the “true nature of the Irish” was expressed, and not in the scribblings of disaffected degenerates (he didn’t use the term) like Joyce, Beckett et al, whom he and his cronies made sure were banned anyway.

 He died in April 1949.

All go in the church

Ireland’s TV3 network recently aired an exposee about two Irish priests working in Florida who used their parochial funds to pay for a five-star

Just resting in his account?

lifestyle of gambling and womanising. The priests, now in their ‘80s, are now serving jail terms.

 What they did was reprehensible, as it involved a betrayal of trust. But I couldn’t help feeling that stealing money, even in such large amounts, was certainly a lesser crime than systematically abusing children. They have offered to repay any money stolen. The hurt and anguish of sexual abuse however, leaves a mark which is often impossible to erase.

 They served in some of the most well-heeled parishes in Palm Beach, whose members dutifully kept putting large amounts in the collection plate each week, and may have viewed the Catholic Church as a necessary bastion against the evils of communism, socialism and secular humanism. Some of them may even have sought to have their donations set off against their tax liabilities. So the priests could hardly be painted as robbing from the poor. In fact, they were robbing from the rich, to give to the rich – themselves. They were slightly more just than the Irish government, who steal from the poor to give to the rich - and pay for the champagne lifestyles of politicians and public officials.

 What’s more, as the priests said themselves, they had never taken a vow of poverty. They were not like the Franciscans who have. They never said they were saints. They were not the first priests to live it up, gambling, drinking and whoring, and to pay for this by dipping into the collection. And historically, that’s just what most members of the hierarchy did. Remember that bishops still live in palaces and who paid for the still unnamed Irish bishop’s visits to London prostitutes? Did they get sex on approval or was it paid for by well-wishers in the laity? And then  there was the former Bishop of Limerickm, a big friend of Opus Dei who made no secret of the fact that he would only accept the best food and wine. *He loved Frankie

Please yourselves then

Howerd in Up Pompeii, especially the line when Nausius says “I feel like a new man” and Lurcio replies, “Well it’s always better than sticking with the old one”.

 I feel that a custodial sentence was a little harsh, considering their age, and considering the fact that figures in the hierarchy who knew about clerical sexual abuse (and responded by establishing elaborate cover-ups), have never served one day of imprisonment. And realistically the amounts they stole were chickenshit when compared to the loot lifted by Irish bankers. In fact Mary Harney would get through it in a few months.

 Personally, seeing the lifestyles they enjoyed, I have had reason to question my decision not to pursue a life in the church. The only problem was that they would never have a cripple in their ministry.

Child abuse in Ireland

Historically the greatest institutional child abusers were the Catholic Church.  This was carried out with the connivance of the Irish police and the various local health boards. This had thankfully sharply declined.

 Sadly child abuse, of a physical, sexual and emotional nature still continues and shows no signs of diminishing. Nowadays it happens with the knowledge and even participation of government bodies, probably the greatest of which is the Health Service Executive (HSE), who sometimes return children who have escaped from abuse in the UK to the very locations and environments where the abuse initially took place. \In this they are assisted by the Irish courts and legal system.

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